She had grown
Oh my, how she’d grown
But up, not out or down
I feared she’d never now fit in her gown
A new outfit for her
A dress all in shades of green
The most beautiful dapple ever seen
No scrimping, no cutting tight
No disregard of the final sight
From her roots, nothing cropped
Up, up, to her very treetop
63 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Treetop
So beautiful Crispina
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Thank you, Sadje. You know I do love a challenge
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You’re most welcome
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Beautiful.:)
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Thank you 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Very nicely done, my friend 🙂
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Thank you, Dale 🙂
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😊
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Lovely verse.
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Thank you, Christine. Sometimes it happens, sometimes…prose work better 🙂
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I understand. Same here.
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Yep! 🙂
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Love this!
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Thank you, Na’ama 🙂
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Lovely poem, Crispina.
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Thank you, Bill 🙂
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I like this one! Great imagery, Crisp.
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Thank you, Nan. It does me good to write to tight limits…otherwise we get another book of 200k words!
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